Quotes About Weight

But I could I tell her so in a way that would suggest the distinctive nature of my attraction? Words like love or devotion or infatuation we're exhausted by the weight of successive love stories, but the layers imposed on them through the uses of others.

And yet, troublingly, there is one difference between 'labour' and other elements [raw materials, machinery] which conventional economics does not have a means to represent, or give weight to, but which is nevertheless unavoidably present in the world: the fact that labour feels pain.

The battle of the big belly is fought using the weapons of dietary changes, exercise, and most importantly, discipline.

A heart's a heavy burden.

Moon. That's when we want things to grow and get bigger and bigger. Even if you want to lose weight, when it comes to a vision board, think of the weight

You'll never have any mental muscle if you don't have any heavy stuff to pick up.

His bread was lofty, light. If she didn't hold on to the sandwich tightly, she thought it might float away.

I felt a weight on my chest; a sense of hot indignation which settled down into inconceivable melancholy.

I saw the sea-gods come, moving with an irresistible momentum, not rising into the air as the riders rose, but deep in their own element, unhasting, unresting; for the power of the sea is in the weight of the waters and not in the wind-blown crests. These Great Ones rose with the tide, and like the tide, nothing might withstand them.

I always say, either take the steps to lose the weight you keep threatening to lose, or love the way you are.

Once in the war I saw a dead horse that had been lying long against the ground. Time and the birds and its own last concentration had removed the body a great way from the head. As I looked upon the head, my memory weighed for the lost body; and because of that missing quantity even heavier hung that head along the ground. So love, when it has gone, taking time with it, leaves a memory of its weight.

You wring your hands to see it, and that's another illustration of love; in the end you are too heavy to move with the greediness of the stomach.

So love, when it has gone, taking time with it, leaves a memory of its weight

as if the air, by its very lightness, by its very non-resistance, were an almost insurmountable problem, making her body, though slight and compact, seem much heavier than that of women who stay upon the ground.

It's such a burden to have to pull off smart...

Time is like the wind, it lifts the light and leaves the heavy.

Brian is obese, like round, like the Pillsbury doughboy on a Twinkie binge.

Everything we choose in life for its lightness soon reveals its unbearable weight.

The life of this world and the hereafter, in the heart of a person are like the two scales of a balance, when one becomes heavier, the other becomes lighter

It's hard to describe, but I imagine the way I am at this moment is a lot like getting sucked into a vortex. Everything dark and churning, but slow churning instead of fast, and this great weight pulling you down, like it's attached to your feet even if you can't see it. I think, This is what it must feel like to be trapped in quicksand.

Why should what i weigh affect other people? I mean, unless I'm sitting on them, who cares?

I could sink like a stone into the earth and be swallowed whole by the weight of what happened here.

It's as if the fasion designers decided that once a woman hit a certain weight, she'd have no need for business suits, for skirts and blazers, for anything except glorified sweatsuits, and they tried to apologize for dressing us like overaged Teletubbies by silk-screening daisies on the tops.

The wife watched her neighbor get fat over the next year. The Germans have a word for that. Kummerspeck. Literally, grief bacon.